"The harp" I whisper. My thoughts become more and more frantic with each passing second. My house is in chaos now, I have torn everything apart looking for it. I swim downstairs. I'm now in the kitchen. I throw open the cupboards, searching for it. But I know that it is not here. "No no no no no" I cry. It has to be here somewhere. I stop moving and sink to the ground. The harp is the only thing on my mind. With its gorgeous shine and its golden color the harp is by far the more beautiful thing I own. "Crash" the loud noise startles me out of my thoughts. I quickly grab the needle and pull the handle. As I descend I think that the harp will have to wait for later. Right now I have more pressing issues.
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The Harp
FantasíaIts been 2 years since she went missing and everyone has given up all hope of finding her. but then one day he finds it. The one thing that can save her.
